Black Roger opened it. There were
lights within, and David knew it was to be his room. Audemard did
not follow him inside, but there was a flashing humor in his eyes.
"I say, is there another woman like her in the world, m'sieu?"
"What have you done to Marie-Anne--your wife?" asked David.
It was hard for him to get the words out. A terrible thing was
gripping at his throat, and the clutch of it grew tighter as he
saw the wild light in Black Roger's eyes.
"Tomorrow you will know, m'sieu. But not to-night. You must wait
until tomorrow,"
He nodded and stepped back, and the door closed--and in the same
instant came the harsh grating of a key in the lock.
XXV
Carrigan turned slowly and looked about his room. There was no
other door except one opening into a closet, and but two windows.
Curtains were drawn at these windows, and he raised them. A grim
smile came to his lips when he saw the white bars of tough birch
nailed across each of them, outside the glass. He could see the
birch had been freshly stripped of bark and had probably been
nailed there that day. Carmin Fanchet and Black Roger had welcomed
him to Chateau Boulain, but they were evidently taking no chances
with their prisoner.
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